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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Rally round the family with a pocket a shells
They rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells
They rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells
They rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes, not need, just feed tha war canibal animal
I walk tha corner to tha rubble that used to be a library, line up to tha mind cemetery now
What we dont know keeps tha contracts alive and movin
They dont gotta burn tha books they just remove em
While arms warehouses fill as quick as tha cells
Rally round tha family, pockets full a shells

Rally round tha family, with a pocket full a shells
They rally round the family, with a pocket full a shells
They rally round the family, with a pocket full a shells
They rally round the family, with a pocket full a shells